Cooper (The Family Simon 6)

Now naked and hot, sweat forming a slick sheen on his body, he knelt before her, gently taking hold of Morgan’s feet and touching every inch of them before sliding his hands up to her knees. Her eyes were now closed, that wild mane of hair a dark pillow surrounding her head. There was resistance there, and he growled like an animal, slipping his hands beneath her knees.

“I need to see you, darlin’.” The pulse at her neck mesmerized him. He knew she was worked up something fierce. Her brea

sts rose and fell, the engorged nipples tight and pink, and a soft sound escaped from between her lips. It was short and sweet and hot as hell.

“Open for me, Morgan,” he coaxed, applying a small bit of pressure until her legs slowly fell apart, the light blue scrap of fabric between them damp with desire.

Cooper leaned over her, watching closely as he lazily trailed his fingers along her outer thigh until he reached the long, jagged scar that sliced across perfect, supple skin. She jerked a bit, lids shut so tightly, her lashes sweeping downward.

He ached for her. He knew how hard this was.

He bent forward, his mouth replacing his hands, and traced the entire line with slow, gentle kisses, until he reached her hip. Then he turned his attention to the other side, repeating a slow sweep until both of his hands clutched the edge of her panties.

A wicked grin stole over his face, and he blew hot air over her crotch, his grin widening when she began to wriggle that delicious butt. He could smell her and knew she was ready. He ripped her panties straight down the middle, his blood molten when her eyes flew open and she gasped.

“I’ll buy a hundred of them tomorrow.”

Morgan licked her bottom lip, now resting on her elbows, looking down at him.

“Only a hundred?” she said, voice throaty, heavy with desire.

“One hundred in every damn color.”

He knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up and over her hips before returning to the one place he needed to be so bad, he was going to lose his shit if he didn’t get a taste.

She was perfect. Goddamn perfect.

Morgan’s desire glistened, and the knowledge that he’d made her so wet filled him with a power he’d never felt before. He bent lower and gently parted her folds, breath catching at the sight of all that delicious, exposed feminine flesh. She was pink and swollen, her clit begging for his mouth. With a groan, he lowered himself.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands sliding beneath her butt to lift her at just the right angle.

He opened his mouth and took in every bit of her sex that he could. She was soft and pliant—so damn wet, it made his cock twitch. She began to gyrate slowly, her body responding to his tongue and mouth as Cooper used every trick he knew to bring her to the brink. He knew a lot—he was there for a while.

“Oh God, Cooper,” she moaned suddenly, her body stiffening.

He wanted to tell her that God had nothing to do with it. That all of this was Cooper and Morgan. That the connection between them was on fire. That there was so much more to come.

But he didn’t say a word. He watched her, his tongue licking and suckling her clit as he plunged his finger deep inside her. He felt her tighten. Felt her muscles envelop and quiver. He continued his assault, using his tongue like a weapon, his finger on the trigger.

When she came, her entire body convulsed, her chest thrust forward, her face pink with desire as she bucked against him.

Cooper smiled. His little New Englander was a wilding.

He kissed his way up her flat stomach before claiming her breasts once more. She was perfect. A little more than a handful and so damn soft, they made his mouth water.

Her hands were in his hair as he took the time to worship each breast, suckling her nipples and kneading the soft flesh that was once more engorged with desire. She whimpered when he left them and dragged his mouth up to hers, enveloping her luscious lips in a fierce kiss that lingered. He could spend hours kissing this woman, and maybe one day, he’d have enough control to spend an entire afternoon kissing her, but right now, control wasn’t even on his radar. He was close to the edge and riding it hard.

Cooper’s cock ached, his balls were too damn tight, and there was still so much he wanted to do. He took a moment, rested his forehead against her, and smiled as he dug deep for the strength he needed.

“Whoever said dessert is overrated hasn’t tasted you, sweets.”

“That was amazing.” Her voice shook, and it was like a punch to his gut. The fact that she mattered so much wasn’t something he was going to think about right now. That could come later. Right now, he needed to move on.

“Seconds were great, but I want more.” He practically growled the words.

Okay. He was ready. He cupped her head and gazed down into a face that would surely haunt him at night. Right now…the look that sat there…one of wonder and maybe relief and stark desire? He’d never forget it.

“Onto thirds,” he replied, his hands sliding down her body once more. Christ, he couldn’t stop touching her. Reluctantly, he let go and reached for his jeans, pulling out the condom he’d tossed into his pocket earlier. He was, if anything, an optimistic bastard. With a quick rip of foil, he stretched the latex over his cock and quickly returned to Morgan.